Yo...New Tigallo 
New Tigallo 
New Tigallo4: 30...7...7-7: 30...2.2: 15[Phonte]
Aiyyo, don't need a new style, bein dope is always in fashion
Peace to the 
West Coast montage fash-ion
Everything's in house, don't need a mans-ion
Doper than the last one, pussy niggas soundin like 
Meow MixI spit that foul shit, 
And 1Everybody's swingin, holla at me if you land one
Don't need perfection, just pass-ionand don't need to be signed, 
I ain't got a ****in cast on!
Lot of opportunity, easy bread 
I passed on
It just felt troublin, now class is in sessionand we got them testers bubblin/bubble-in like 
ScantronFresh out the kitchen, signed with a stamp on
I'm on some greatness, y'all on some latenesswith no foundation so it could never last long
I display patience, 
I done played 
JasonIt's 
Saturday the 14th, 
**** you got a mask on, nigga?
C'mon[Chorus: Phonte] (Jeanne Jolly)
Pushin me to the brink
A stagger in my footsteps and 
I don't even drink
It's so much on my mind, dog, and 
I can't even think(It feels like everything is fall-ing doooown)
Pushin me to the brink
A stagger in my footsteps and 
I don't even drink
It's so much on my mind, dog, and 
I can't even think(It feels like everything is fall-ing doooown)[Phonte]
They say the 336 is what raised 'em, but the 919 made 'em
Stark, raving rhyme like he ain't got the good sense 
God gave 'em
Anybody on his bad side, 
God save 'em
Late night by the bedside, 
God, praise 
HimHe's the captain that told me to kneel
And when I was surrounded by them monkey-ass niggas
He told me to peel, broke free of my dealand left shackles, racin like 
Petty in the stock
Now he heavy on the block like guards and left tackles
See where 
I come from and, you and yours are up in armslike gunrunners, and you are confrontedwith, 99 problems and can't keep it 100
Then at the day's end you ain't really done nothin
I made a new lane for myself and said, "**** it"
Why +Rage 
Against the 
Machine+ when you can just unplug it?
F'real[Chorus][Phonte]
Eastside, 
Bingham St. repper
Tay rock the spot like 
I'm half-leopard
And pray for you lames like 
I'm half-leper
If it don't fill the coffers, mother-
**** the offers
Ah-choo at yu niggas like 
I'm black pepper
With wine and some fima beans, 
I'm half-Lector
King, shit 
Kane, shit +
No Half-Stepper+
They say, "Why would he?" 
THey say, "How could he?"
That's how they push me to the brink
Stagger in my footsteps and 
I don't even drink
It's so much on my mind, dog, and 
I can't even think(It feels like everything is fall-ing doooown)
Yo. listen[Chorus 1/2][Outro: Phonte]
Aiyyo, 919, 910, 252, 704336 (It feels like everything is fall-ing doooown)
I'm on my 
Carolina shit.
New Tigallo 
New Tigallo 
New Tigallo 
New Tigallo
Young Khrysis. (It feels like everything is fall-ing doooown)